Life, 1913-09-25 · page 7 of 43
Life — September 25, 1913 — page 7: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page from *Life* magazine illustrates "The Beginning of the Second Chapter" of what appears to be a serialized story or comic narrative. The black-and-white photograph shows two men in dark suits standing in a cemetery beside gravestones marked "John" and "Mary Wife of Henry," with a large crowd visible in the background. The accompanying poem by Arthur Powell celebrates having "cornered the market in Love"—securing a romantic partner despite life's difficulties. The satire appears to mock romantic sentiment and the idea of romantic exclusivity, using the cemetery setting ironically to juxtapose death with love's supposed triumph. The text contrasts worldly "corners" (in commerce, agriculture, trade) with an emotional "corner in your little heart."
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THE BEGINNING OF A Snug Little OU may rail at the combines and wicked old trusts, That have cornered the good things of earth, Till we're living on water just mois- tened with crusts, And we weigh less and less ‘round the girth! But there's one little maid who has put up the bars And has fenced herself in, hand and glove, And there, with blush-roses and starlight and pearls, She has cornered the market in Love! There are corners in corn, there are corners in wheat; (How I wish I had You in a corner, my Sweet!) There are corners in trade, in all markets and marts— But the cruelest of all is a corner in hearts! e THE SECOND CHAPTER Comer in Love King Solomon cornered much wisdom and gold, And also a thousand of wives; What priv'leges had those good Christians of old!— They'd no autos, yet made some fast drives. But harems may flourish and monarchs may reign, And bidders may elbow and shove, If only you'll kiss me once, just once again, In our snug little corner of Love! There are corners in corn, there are corners in wheat; rel and the little lambs bleat, . in each market and mart— You may hear the bears gi There are corners in tra Ah, I ask but a corner in your little heart! Arthur Powell, comicbooks.com